Oh, yes! I remember that children’s book about the loving tree who finally became a chair or a splinter, I think. It seemed to me to be such a cruel sacrifice! But in your poem, I think instead of Jesus and this whole earth. I hope a heart or two will hold such a gift of drenching in song and love.

One of the saddest sights is to see a mature tree being felled despite its beauty, despite its benefit to ours and other creatures survival, just to provide an easier route for a highway or industrial development.

At the moment where I live trees over a hundred years old are being destroyed for a highway. The tree were planted for the Anzacs. It is scandalous…there have been protests but the majority of people could not give a damn.